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wouldn’t want his producer to take off before the movie wraps.”
    “Nice guy,” Michael said. “Any idea what he and the Italian bombshell were arguing about?”
    “No,” Veronica said. “I was too furious with him myself to listen to the details of some contretemps between lovers.”
    Michael nodded slowly. “Okay. So he’s got these two women on the hook. One of them we know had a fight with him tonight. The other might have discovered his fling and gone after him in a jealous rage. When Sergeant Jenkins gets here, I suggest you tell him everything you know about these two women. I don’t suppose either of you knows the model’s name?”
    Molly and Veronica both shook their heads.
    “Who’s this Jenkins person?” Veronica asked, just as someone started pounding on the door of her suite.
    “Police, Ms. Weston. Open up.”
    “That’s Sergeant Jenkins,” Molly said ruefully. “I don’t suppose there’s another way out of here.”
    Michael grinned at her as he went to the door. “Feeling guilty all of a sudden?”
    “Something like that,” Molly admitted, wishing he weren’t opening the door quite so eagerly to admitthe Miami Beach detective. “I did promise to stay out of his investigation.”
    “We all know what that promise is worth,” Michael said.
    Judging from the infuriated expression on Sergeant Jenkins’s face when he realized who was in the room, she regretted she hadn’t risked diving through a window.
    •   •   •
    Sergeant Jenkins looked more and more depressed as Molly and Veronica combined to shoot holes in his theory about the murder.
    “So, you see, you ought to be out looking for that model,” Molly concluded. “She was probably the last one to see Greg alive.”
    “Terrific. That’s just great. I’m supposed to send people up and down Ocean Drive, maybe even along Collins Avenue, asking for an Italian model whose name we don’t know. Do you know how many of these fashion things are going on over here at any one time?”
    “Six last week,” Molly retorted.
    When he gaped at her certainty, she reminded him. “It’s my job to keep track.”
    “And every one of those six shoots had dozens of models, right? Any other helpful suggestions?”
    Molly shrugged. “Sorry. That’s the best I can do.”
    The detective glanced over his notes. “What about this Duke Lane? He seems to be the only member of the cast who wasn’t around tonight. How come?”
    “He wasn’t on call tonight,” Veronica said.
    “But he is your costar, right?”
    “He has second-lead billing,” Molly said quickly before Veronica could deliver one of her scathing comments about Duke Lane. “He should be around here, if you want to speak to him. Everyone was booked into this hotel.”
    Jenkins nodded. “I’ll check before I leave. I assume I can count on all of you to come to me if you think of anything else that will help move this case along.”
    Molly nodded dutifully. Veronica and Michael were slightly more convincing with their replies. At least, the sergeant appeared satisfied.
    As he opened the door to leave, a distinguished-looking man with a salt-and-pepper crewcut and clothes that looked as if they’d been bought on London’s Savile Row hurried down the corridor. He spotted Veronica and held open his arms.
    “Veronica, my dear, what is this terrible thing that’s happened? They tell me Greg is dead. You must be devastated.”
    Before he could embrace the actress, Jenkins stepped into his path. “Who are you?” he inquired.
    “Jeffrey Meyerson, Ms. Weston’s fiancé.”
    Veronica appeared slightly nonplussed by the assertion, but she didn’t deny the relationship. She merely looked the man in the eye and asked, “What are you doing here, Jeffrey? I thought you were flying to Rome this weekend.”
    “I intended to, but I thought I’d stop off and surprise you. Then when I saw Laura in the lobbyand heard what had happened, I was doubly glad I did. Are you okay, my